Tristesse - The Church

Here in this desert, beneath the Sun and stars

Still troubled by the rumblings of a million distant cars

Please, be good to me tonight, let me find my way

The air has some command in it I cannot disobey

A gunfight in Dodge City, a murder in Bombay

All these deeds and worldly needs I must shrug off today

All my life spent searching for prowess

Left me lying here with you, tristesse

I was working in an orchard that grew the strangest fruit

It wasn’t Mother Nature that made those trees take root

Your children cannot hear you, they only want your loot

You hold on to their essence like a parachute

They never believed you were in distress

Now, you’ve gone and left them with tristesse

Oh, waters inflamed

Ah, fires burning out

Ah, ice melting down

Ah, fires burnt out

A hotel suite in a rich man’s town, a hut in Botany Bay

A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way

I’m gonna have to alter my address

'Cause I can’t stay much longer with tristesse

And they call this carnival progress

Invited by our queen tonight, tristesse